| The «holy» shows your purpose
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| And you buy it, you buy it?
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| If it’s your faith, is this your fate?
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| We all fail, we all break
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| So we fight it back for no reason but ourselves
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| We fight, we fight it back!
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| We’ll not abandon ourselves
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| We were stalled out and empty
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| On highways cracked and blanked out
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| And if in someway we were to get out, to walk out
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| We’d have to no matter how far or high up
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| We all fail, we all break
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| So we fight it back for no reason but ourselves
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| We fight, we fight it back!
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| In the dark it looked like they were sleeping
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| They looked like how I felt, how cold they were
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| And who would go to trouble to arrange them like that?
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| And in my panic, in my grief it struck me
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| If it burns too bright then it’ll burn too fast
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| We all fail
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| So we fight it back for no reason but ourselves
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| We fight, we fight it back! |